tmv-My husband had been gone less than half an hour for what he called a business trip when my six-year-old daughter appeared in the kitchen doorway and whispered, “Mommy… we have to leave. Right now.” I asked what she meant, but Lily was already shaking. “There isn’t time,” she said. “We have to get out before it happens.” I grabbed the essentials, hurried her toward the front door, and wrapped my hand around the knob. That was when everything changed.
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